With Newtmas

NEWT POV:

I finally finished changing into my outfit. It took bloody forever to tie my shoes. They are this special shoes that can only be tied in fork lift position. What bloody even is that? Thomas had to help me. He some how knows how to tie it that way. Lucky, I guess. I chose to forget about it and check my blood sugar. I feel a little funny. I grabbed my smart phone and looked at it. Most people don't do finger stick now a days. I don't care either way as long as it works. My blood sugar is low. I have time for a quick snack. I need something sugary. I put my phone in my pocket and walked up to the snack table. A few cookies should do for now. I picked one up and was about to eat it. "Okay next song starts in 5 so get back on stage" said the producer. Thomas, Gally, and Minho started heading on stage. I broke the cookie in half. "Newt there is no time. You can have that after the song" said the producer. "But" I started. "No buts, go now" said the produce.

I signed annoyed and put the cookie halfs down. I joined the other three and we entered the stage. We started singing the song. It's one song, I can get threw this. I started singing my line. The world started to cave in. I started to stumble instead of dance. The world went black and I faint. "Newt" said Thomas. I was then out. I laid on my back. I heard someone yelling in the distance. I opened my eyes and saw Thomas looking down at me with Minho, Gally, and few security guards. "Are you okay" asked Thomas. "Ya, I think so" I said. I noticed my microphone was off. "Is my mic off" I asked. "You, it snapped when you landed on it" said Gally. "Lets take him back stage" said a guard. Thomas picked me up and carried me back stage. Minho and Gally decided to sing with out us. Mostly for the fans. Thomas laid me on the couch. He took my head set off. "I thought you had it under control" said Thomas. "I did, it's just these bloody shoes took too long and I didn't have any time to grab a snack" I said.

Thomas kissed my fore head. "I'm just glade you are okay. Does your head hurt" asked Thomas. "Ya, I think I hit my head pretty hard" I said. "You did. It smacked against the ledge of the ramp on the stage" said Thomas. "Oh, I just remember hitting my head" I said. "You looked like klunk out there. I knee something was wrong when you were stuttering and barely pronouncing the words" said Thomas. "I probably sounded bloody stupid. Can you get me some ice and a cookie quick" I asked. "Sure" said Thomas. He covered me with his jacket and went to go get the stuff. The rest of the tour will be rescheduled or Thomas, Minho, and Gally will do the rest with out me but either way I will be flown back to America. The other countries still don't fully trust us so they won't hospitalise me here. Thomas came back and placed the ice on my head and gave me the cookie. "Here" said Thomas. "Thanks" I said. I started eating the cookie. The producer also wasn't happy about this. Minho and Gally finished the song and came back stage to change. "Hey, how is Newt" asked Minho. "Better, what about the tour" I asked. "It will have to be rescheduled. No way are we singing with out you. It won't be the same" said Gally. "Well if that's the case then how much longer will the band last? I'm Turing 18 in two months" said Thomas. "Boy bands are more of a teenager thing anyway" said Minho. "So, two months left I guess" I said. "Ya, it seems like yesterday we started but we always knew it was temporary. It was just till I can become a tattoo artist" said Thomas. "Then we better make these next two months the best" I said.